*Pryna stumbles toward him, her muzzle bleeding, eyes running. She wobbles on unsteady paws, making a horrible keening sound----a sickening animal-in-pain noise as her eyes seem to demand 'Why? Why did you let us die, my Mistress and me?'*
(Upset Iggy meme | Not accepting)
He reaches out, pausing halfway there, hand hovering in the air between them. He wants to say something--to defend himself--but--
I’m only one man.
No one can fix everything.
I’m doing the best I can.
...But they all sort of feel like excuses, and they aren’t even particularly good excuses. And in the end, he can think of nothing to say, and nothing to do that would help.














